This morning I woke to an email notifying me that a gift was waiting for me just around the corner from my apartment building. A basket of sweets, I thought. A shirt, perhaps? Or socks, because everyone loves those...
Yet, to my surprise, it was a recording studio. A cozy, small recording studio that was stocked with the latest technology to record music or rebellion podcasts, whichever strikes the mood.
I figured, with all of my troublesome history, that the Ruler would have given me coal this year. Apparently he's either very forgiving or as high as a kite.